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boys she had gone out with ... and from her husband, Arnie, but no woman she had ever known had
used the lewd word. Her face crimsoned with an unbidden blush. She gaped at the delicately beautiful,
auburn-tressed woman, in disbelief, who had rapped it out so brazenly.
Seeing her shocked surprise, Carla went on, "I was married ... once ... when I was seventeen ... too
damned young ... to know what was going on! All men are alike ... I think ... All they want to do is
screw! Climb on top of you ... shove a hard cock between your legs ... ramming it into your cunt ...
whether you're ready or not ... and not giving a damn whether you want it! All they care about is their
own precious, male egos ... thinking once they're married ... that they own you! ... Then ... they'll just
fuck you ... shoot their load into you ... and if you cum ... it's good ... but if you don't ... Well, tough titty!
Then ... you're left to worry ... about pregnancy ... and not cumming ... while the big, selfish
son-of-a-bitch ... goes to sleep ... leaving you with nothing but a sore cunt ... and the possibility of
getting caught with a baby! And, all the time ... what you really wanted was some real loving ... not just
fucking! There's a difference ... and they're not very many men ... who know how to love a woman!" It
was a long tirade that Carla spat out in her hate and frustration, her vengefulness contorting her beautiful
face as she spoke.
Somehow, Joan knew that she was facing a truth. She could have recited the same story ... without the
obscenities coloring it. There was an exception: She had tried to learn to respond to Arnie ... and
thought she was working toward a good sex life with him ... when he was home. But God ... he's home
so seldom! ... Always going off to train somewhere ... for a fight ... leaving me alone ... almost half the
time!
A flash of insight, the germ of an idea, began to ricochet around inside her skull. Maybe there was a
partial answer, here ... to the loneliness she experienced, when Arnie was in training camp. She rejected
the borning idea almost as soon as it materialized in her mind and became words. No! God ... Wh-What
am I thinking about ...? Take a woman ... l-lover ... when Arnie's gone ...!? No! NO! NOOOOO!
There was that moist warmth between her legs, the tremulant, keening sensations that were racing
through her ... and she didn't want it.
Struggling to her feet, she swayed, dizzily, finding her legs shaky, almost unable to support her weight.
She had to leave ... get away from Carla ... before ...
Soft, female arms were around her, supporting her ... and leading her somewhere. Where? She was in a
bedroom ... being helped onto the bed ... and Carla's voice came to her, soothingly, through the
pounding in her head.
"Everything's going to be all right ... Baby ..." Carla crooned.
"You'll see ... It'll be out of this world ... for you ..."
Looking down at the lovely woman on her bed, Carla Reynolds knew that it was time, now, to make it
with the confused girl ... give her something she'd remember. Hell ... she doesn't know ... what she wants
... at this point! It had been easier than she'd thought ... to get Joan into bed. Of course, the drinks
helped ... She smiled to herself. But, maybe she was ready for it ... and didn't know it! Like ... maybe
... it was lucky for her that I came along ... and just sort of nudged her over the brink ... It seemed to her
that Joan was hotter ... more ready and more receptive than any woman she had ever seduced.
Not hurrying, Carla stood up and began to take off her clothes, posing provocatively, seductively, as she
did so ... knowing that Joan couldn't help but watch. She was a practiced expert ...
Fascinated, in fact ... almost hypnotized, Joan Pearson watched the other woman strip off her
encumbering garments, to reveal the loveliness of her soft, clear-skinned body ... the voluptuousness of
her curvaceously delicate figure, and she wondered ... even as she watched, with a feeling of revulsion
for what she knew would soon follow ... wondered what it would feel like to have another woman's
body in intimate contact with her own. How ... would it be ...?
Then, standing naked, there, beside the bed, Carla allowed her hands to roam over her own body,
reassuringly, cupping up her luscious, full breasts, caressingly, rolling the delicate, pink nipples to spiky
erection; finally, a hand slid down across the flatness of her smooth white belly to the triangle of her
pubic mound, lightly covered with curling, auburn hair that gleamed like polished bronze, where she
slipped a finger into the moist pinkness of her woman's slit to tease at her own erectly alert clitoris. She
shivered, erotically, with the wild sensations her own finger caused.
"OOooh ... that's soooo nice ..." she breathed. "Have you ... ever done that ... to yourself ... darling ...?"
Mutely, Joan affirmed it with a little wag of her head.
Sidling onto the bed, beside her, Carla ran her hands over Joan's softly rounded body, her warm hands
sending tiny thrills coursing through her.
"Now ... let's get you stripped, too ..." Carla cooed, beginning already to unbutton buttons.
Not understanding why, Joan allowed herself, dazedly, to be disrobed ... even helping a little ... until she,
too lay on the bed stark naked.
"Oh ... lovely ..." Carla breathed, stretching out beside the black-haired beauty of Joan's equally luscious
body, her hands going out to caress and fondle a full-orbed breast and reveling in the smooth pliancy of
the soft, silky skin. Deftly, she teased a cameo-pink nipple into erect hardness, her mouth following to
suck and nibble while her hand taunted at the opposite one.
It all felt so good. The first electric contact of Carla's hands made her all shivery, the tingling sensations
almost more than she could stand ... and she knew, then ... that there would be no retreat ... no running [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]